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Podb. Whew, old chap! I say, I wouldn't be you for something! Won't you catch it when you do turn up? But look here-as things are, we may as well travel home together, eh?

Culch. (with a flicker of resentment). In spite of my tendency to "jaw" and "jabber"?

Podb. Oh, never mind all that now. We're companions in misfortune, you know, and we'd better stick together, and keep each other's spirits up. After all, you 're in a much worse hat than

I am!

Culch. If that's the way you propose to keep my spirits up! But let us keep together, by all means, if you wish it, and just go and find out when the next train starts, will you? (To himself, as PODBURY departs.) I must put up with him a little longer, I suppose. Ah me! How differently I should be feeling now, if HYPATIA had only been true to herself. But that's all over, and I daresay it's better so , I daresay!

[He strolls into the hotel-garden, and begins to read his Chief's missive once more, in the hope of deciphering some faint encouragement between the lines.

FINIS.

A TENNYSONIAN FRAGMENT.

So in the village inn the Poet dwelt. His honeydew was gone; only the pouch, His cousin's work, her empty labour, left. But still he sniffed it, still a fragrance clung And lingered all about the broidered flowers. Then came his landlord, saying in broad Scotch, "Smoke plug, mon,' whom he looked at doubtfully.

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Then came the grocer, saying, "Hae some twist

At tippence," whom he answered with a qualm.

But when they left him to himself again,

Twist, like a fiend's breath from a
distant room

Diffusing through the passage,
crept; the smell
Deepening had power upon him,
and he mixt

His fancies with the billow-lifted

bay
Of Biscay, and the rollings of a
ship.

And on that night he made a little song,
And called his song The Song of Twist and Plug,"
And sang it: scarcely could he make or sing.

"Rank is black plug, though smoked in wind and rain;
And rank is twist, which gives no end of pain;
I know not which is ranker, no, not I.

"Plug, art thou rank? Then milder twist must be ;
Plug, thou art milder; rank is twist to me.
O Twist, if plug be milder, let me buy.

"Rank twist, that seems to make me fade away,
Rank plug, that navvies smoke in loveless clay,
I know not which is ranker, no, not I.

"I fain would purchase flake, if that could be; I needs must purchase plug, ah woe is me! Plug and a cutty, a cutty, let me buy."

COMPLICATED CASE.-The other day, an Italian Organ-grinder was arrested for having shot one GIUSEPPE PIA. "He admitted the charge" (we quote the Globe), "but said the gun went off accidentally." When a Gentleman" admits the charge" (though indeed it was the other one who did that), how the gun went off seems to be a matter of secondary importance.

THE NAME AND THE THING.-A vote of thanks to Sir CHARLES RUSSELL, after his address to the Liberal and Radical Association, was carried by a Wapping Majority.

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I don't in for Pa go;

Porpa in Chicago
Pa despised New York;

Cultivated pork:
Ma was born a Gerald;
Birth was
Morma's
As the New York Herald
pride-
Mentioned when she died.

Well, my pile's a million,
That's a fact, you bet:
I'm in our cotillon

Quite the Broadway Pet:
I can sing like PATTI;
And to win I went
For the Cincinnati

Tennis Tournament.

I've a lovely right hand;
For my face I've sat
By electric light-and
Elegant at that!
I enclose the photo,
Just for you to see,
But deny in toto

That it flatters me.

You, I've read, are rather

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Up the Spout" for cash,

Owing to your father

Having been so splash: I from debt could free you, And in Politics Calculate to see you Bagging all the tricks. Any Earl who marries ANASTASIA JAY Will (except in Paris) Get his little way, Fear no interference; Relatives remain,

But their disappearance
Beats me to explain.

THOMAS, I adore thee!-
"THOMAS" is thy name,
Isn't it ?-the more the

Scandal and the shame! All I ask you, Toм, is Just one loving line,

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One type-written promise
Publishing you mine.

Matrimony's heart is
Houselike, "half-detached,"
Seldom save at parties
Or in papers matched-
Answer Yes," or break 'll
This poor heart of mine.
Be my Fin-de-Siècle,
Be my Valentine!

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(Sir Bonamy Cræsus gives seven Dinner Parties a week, and expects his Friends to come and choose their own day, and inscribe their Names and the Date on the Dinner-Book in the Hall.)

Fair Visitor. "LOOK, GEORGE! WEDNESDAY, THE 19TH, THE FETTERBYS ARE COMING. THAT 'LL DO CAPITALLY!" down "Mr. and Mrs. Topham Sawyer, Feb. 19th.") "AND THERE 'S ROOM FOR ONE MORE. HER TO COME AND PUT HER NAME DOWN FOR THE SAME DAY!"

ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P. House of Commons, Monday, February 8.-The coming of Prince ARTHUR anxiously looked for as Members gathered for last Session of a memorable Parliament. When, in August last, he, with the rest of us, went away, OLD MORALITY still sat in Leader's place. He was, truly, just then absent in the flesh, already wasting with the dire disease that carried him off. It was JOKIM who occupied the place of Leader; Prince ARTHUR, content to sit lower down. It seemed to some that when vacancy occurred JOKIM, that veteran Child of Promise, would step in, and younger men wait their turn. But youth of certain quality must come to the front, as BONAPARTE testified even before he went to Italy, and as PITT showed when the Rockingham Administration went to pieces.

Prince ARTHUR came in shortly after four o'clock. House full, especially on Opposition Benches; faint blush suffused ingenuous cheek as welcoming cheer arose. Seemed to know his way to Leader's place, and took it naturally. Pretty to see JOKIM drop in on one side of him with MATTHEWS on the other, buttressing him about with financial reputation and legal erudition. Tableau quite undesigned, but none the less effective. Prince ARTHUR, young, hot-tempered and, though not without parts, prone to commit errors of judgment. But with JOKIM at his left shoulder, and HENRY MATTHEWS at his right, humble citizens looking on from opposite Benches, felt a sweet content. On such a basis, the Constitution might stand any blast.

(Writes

LET'S DRIVE ROUND TO EMILY'S, AND GET

fully suggestive of life-sized figure of tombstone-mourner, he intoned his lamentation-" is not fitted for the part, and consequently overdoes it. L'Allegro is his line. Il Penseroso does not suit him."

Everyone glad when, sermon over, and the black-edged folios put aside, the Squire began business. Happy enough in his attack on JOKIM, always a telling subject in present House of Commons. "He is," says SAGE OF QUEEN ANNE'S GATE, drawing upon his theatrical experiences, like the Policeman in the Pantomime; always safe for a roar of laughter if you bonnet him or trip him up over the doorstep."

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For the rest, as Prince ARTHUR pointed out when he came to reply, Squire's speech had very little to do with the Address, on which it was ostensibly based. Couldn't resist temptation of enlarging on financial science for the edification of the unhappy JOKIM.

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Finance," observed DICKY TEMPLE, "is HARCOURT'S foible." "Yes," said JENNINGS, whom everyone is glad to see back in better health, "and funeral sermons are his forte."

Through nearly hour and half the Squire mourned and jibed, Prince ARTHUR listening attentively, all unconscious of the Shades hovering about the historic seat in which he lounged, as nearly as possible, at full length-OLD MORALITY, kindly generous, pleased in another's prosperity; STAFFORD NORTHCOTE, marvelling at the madness of a world he has not been loth to quit; DIZZY tickled with the whole situation, though perhaps a little shocked to see a Leader of the House resting apparently on his shoulder-blades in the seat where from 1874 to 1876 there posed an upright statuesque figure with folded arms and mask-like face, lit up now and then by the gleam of eyes that saw everything whilst they seemed to be looking no whither. PAM was there, too, with slightly raised eyebrows as they fell on the youthful form already installed in a place he had not reached till he was almost twice the age of the newcomer. JOHNNY RUSSELL, "The Squire," said PLUNKET-watching him as, with legs scowled at the intruder under a hat a-size-and-half too big for his reverently crossed, and elbow sympathisingly resting on box, care-legs. CANNING looked on, and thought of his brief tenure of the

In absence of Mr. G., who still dallies with the sunshine of Riviera, SQUIRE OF MALWOOD, fresh from hunting in the New Forest, more than fills the place of Leader of Opposition. A favourable opportunity for distinguishing himself marred by accidental prevalence of funereal associations.

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THE COMING OF ARTHUR."

SHADE OF PAM. "H'M! A LITTLE YOUNG FOR THE PART,-DON'T YOU THINK?"

SHADE OF DIZZY. "WELL, YES! WE HAD TO WAIT FOR IT A GOOD MANY YEARS.-BUT I THINK HE'LL DO.."

same place whilst the century was young. Still further in the shade PITT joined the group.

"Well at least he was even younger when he came to our place," PAM whispered in Dizzy's ear, startling him as he inadvertently touched his cheek with the straw he still seems to hold in his teeth, as he did when JOHN LEECH was alive.

Prince ARTHUR, facing the crowded Opposition Benches, of course saw nothing of this; lounged and listened smilingly as the Squire, having shaken up JOKIM and his one-pound notes, went off to Exeter to pummel the MARKISS.

Business done.-Address moved.

were lying under a pall, "Every man," as O'HANLON says, "not knowing what moment may be his next." Still on Debate on Address. When resumed to-night, CHAMBERLAIN stepped into ring and took off his coat. When Members saw the faithful JESSE bring in sponge and vinegar-bottle, knew there would be some sport. Anticipation not disappointed. JOE in fine fighting form. Went for the SQUIRE OF MALWOOD round after round; occasionally turned to aim a "wonner" at his "Right Hon. Friend" JOHN MORLEY. Conservatives delighted; had always thought just what JOE was saying, but hadn't managed to put their ideas into such easily fleeting, barbed sentences. Only once was there any shade on the faces of quote the lines of CHURCHILL."

Wednesday. Evidently going to be an Agricultural Labourer's the country gentlemen opposite. That spread when JOE proposed to

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Session. Small Holdings Bill put in forefront of Programme. District Councils hinted at. In this situation it was stroke of genius, due I believe to the MARKISS, that such happy selection was made of Mover of Address.

"It's trifles that make up the mass, my dear nephew," the MARKISS said, when this matter was being discussed in the Recess. "No detail is so small that we can afford to omit it. It was a happy thought of yours, perhaps a little too subtle for some intellects, to associate CHAPLIN with Small Holdings. In this other matter, let me have my way. Put up HODGE to move the Address. It will be worth 10,000 votes in

the agricultural districts. I suppose he wouldn't like to come down in a smock frock with a whip in his hand? Don't know why he shouldn't; quite as reasonable as a civilian getting himself up as a Colonel or an Admiral. With HODGE in a smock frock moving the Address we'd sweep the country. But that I must leave to you'; only let us have HODGE."

So it was arranged. But Member for Accrington wouldn't stand the smockfrock. Insisted upon coming out in war

like uniform. Trousers a little tight about Orator Hodge (in mufti). the knees, and jacket perhaps a trifle too

tasselly. But made very good speech in the circumstances. Business done.-Bills brought in by the half hundred.

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"No, no," said Lord HENRY BRUCE in audible whisper, "he'd better leave GRANDOLPH alone. Never' knew he wrote poetry. If he did, there's lots of others. Why, when we 're going on so nicely, why drag in CHURCHILL ?"

Depression only momentary. Conservative cheers rose again and again as JOE, turning a mocking face, and shaking a minatory forefinger at the passive monumental figure of the guileless SQUIRE OF MALWOOD, did, as JOHN MORLEY, with rare outburst of anger, presently said, from his place in the centre of the Liberal Camp, denounce and assail Liberal principles, Liberal measures, and his old Liberal colleagues."

After this it was nothing that, some hours later, O'HANLON, rising from a Back Bench, and speaking on another turn of the Debate, should observe, in loud voice, with eye fixed in fine frenzy on the nape of the Squire's neck, as he sat on the Front Bench with folded arms, "I do not believe in the Opposition Leaders, who have split up my Party, and are now living on its blood."

Business done.-JOSEPH turns and rends his Brethren.

Friday Night.-In Commons night wasted by re-delivery of speeches made last year by Irish Members pleading for amnesty for Dynamitards. JOHN REDMOND began it. No Irish Member could afford to be off on this scene, so one after another they trotted out their speeches of yester-year.

Lords much more usefully occupied in discussing London Fog. MIDDLETON moved for Royal Commission. MARKISS drew fine distinction. "What you really want to remedy," he said, "is not the fog itself, but its colour." Rather seemed to like the fog, per se, if only his particular fancy in matter of colour gratified. Didn't mention what colour he preferred; but fresh difficulty looming out of the fog evident. Tastes differ. If every man is to have his own particular coloured fog, our last state will be worse than the first.

Thursday Night.-Things been rather dull hitherto. House as it Business done.-None.

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How my eldest Sister aches
From her forehead to her toes!
And my second Brother's eyes
Are weeping either side his nose.

So-we've five coddlin', &c.
There's my eldest Brother down
With a pain all round his head,
Ah! I'm the only one who's up-
Oh!... Oh!... I'll go to bed!

So-were 're all coddlin', &c.
As the Doctor orders Port,

Orders Burgundy, Champagne,
Good living and good drinking,
Why we none of us complain,
While we 're-all coddlin',
Cod, cod, coddlin',
While we 're all coddlin'

At our house at home!

BY A SMALL WESTERN.-Orientals take off their shoes on entering a Mosque. We re

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The stress-and Press-that on s
them weigh:

This constant playing to the
gods

Will scarcely weather blus-
tering odds.

In vain to blazon "London's
Heart"

As figure-head, if thus you part
Unseaworthy; in vain to boast
Your "boom"-a'cranky boom
at most.

We rate you, we who pay your rates:
Beware the overhauling fates,

Beware lest down you go at last
The sport and puppet of the blast.

I always voted you a bore,

But never quite so much before
Besought you with a frugal mind
To sail not quite so near the wind.

MRS. R. AGAIN.-To our excellent old lady, being convalescent, her niece was reading move our hats on entering a Church. Both the news. She commenced about the County Council, the first item in the report being symbolical; one leaves his understanding headed, "An Articulated Skeleton." "Ah!" interrupted the good lady, "murder will outside; the other enters with a clear head. out! And where did they find the skeleton of the Articulated Clerk ?"

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